Thursday, February 20, 2014

Seemed like a Birra Menabrea
bar. We had all of the beers: Strong, amber, blonde. They kept bringing
free snacks out. Good snacks: cheese, meat, bread. It was great. This
was the best bar we visited in Italy. The rest of the city was a bit
different, sketchy and crusty. It had a charm though. I think we would
have liked it more if we had stayed in a better hotel. Our place was a
pure dump—worst hotel of the trip. Best and worst, all in one city.

I don't remember this hotel much. Well, it was not a hotel, it was a sort of convent that let you stay there. It was so great. Clean, quiet. All we wanted. And free breakfast (not much, but still). Prosciutto crudo, focaccia, cheese, tomato. Handful of beers: Beck's, DAB, Moretti, Leffe. Plums.

Following a long visit to the Vatican museum we lunched here. Grilled eggplant with sliced turkey breast—tasy, but not enough. Rissotto with tomatoes (light sauce) and potatoe. And of course some Red wine

Aaron had some Gorgonzalla and salami. Sofia had Mushroom and sauce and Sausage and Cheese.

Moretti Baffo’d Oro beer for both. Yummy,
we scarfed it down in the campo surrounded by expensive restaurants
full of people paying way too much for subpar food (probably). We ate on the foot of
the statute in the center with the rest of Rome’s degenerates.

Before this trip we were living in NYC, so we were used to waiting in lines for pizza. We know a good pizza is worth a wait. The place was packed. The pizzas took forever, and the
crust was too thin for our liking, but still very good. We had a 1/2 litre of red wine. Sofia had a fungui y procutto and I a capricciosa. Our host in Rome said he
needs threee to fill him. See it is not just fat Americans. I should have ordered another one.

Awesome
wine shop. Friendly shop owner. Bought a bottle of Parentini 2005
Chianti, which we later paired with the finest of italian Lays chips—San Carlo Rustico. We enjoyed this divine paring whilst washing our
clothes in a Florence laundromat. We met two Spanish girls and saw two kids
making out who got caught by the girl's brother. The boy was extremely
embarresed. Good wine, good time. One of my favorite moments from
Florence, which by the way did not live up to the hype. It was one of the most disappointing cities I've visited in Europe. Rome is much more up my alley.